Her husband's company banquet was long and boring. Stuffy, rich people...white people with fancy cars and big homes. People like...her husband. Adriana had stifled many yawns throughout the night. She was his beautiful armpiece and she did her job well that night. Men gazed approvingly at her supple breasts and young ass wrapped in a fitting black gown. Her chocolate brown hair fell in ringlets down her back. Her green eyes sparkled in unison with her diamonds. Gorgeous, indeed. But also...bored.
Her husband, Dan, was a wealthy investor that was almost 10 years her senior. He was handsome alright. Tall with sandy brown hair, boyish good looks, a million dollar smile that complimented his two million dollar estate. He truly cared for his wife, but his interests always came first. Although he would never admit this to Adriana when she complained about his work, the long hours, the stupid networking venues. Still, Dan stayed busy, doing business, always worried about the bottomline.
The sex wasn't bad, but it was distant and detached. There was no sloppy slipping out of the cock or swapping of sweat. Dan never tongued her cat after dicking her. And he would probably die if he heard a pussy fart. Besides, their bodies never felt like they belonged that way. Their sex would never become a tangled mess of limbs and sexual fluids. This was all so unnatural for them. But that's not to say the sex wasn't pleasurable. Adriana would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy his cock on occasion. Dan had a large white prick with a bulbous purple head. His dick was smooth and creamy. And it did feel good sometimes sliding up into her little Venezuelan cunt, stretching her walls open for the wealthy white man. But at the end of the night, in the dead of the night, it was very clear what wasn't there. It wasn't love. And it wasn't real.
She finally followed him out of the banquet and they began their drive home. She listened to him talk about the clients, the potentials, and, of course, the money. The night was a warm one and the summer night breezed by Adriana's window. It reminded her of youth and mischief. She used to be such a bad girl, always sneaking out to lay up with some thug. Yet after all those nights of running wild with all those naughty boys...somehow, she ended up...here. With Dan. In his 745.
No sooner had they walked through the door and Dan was already pushing up on her. Anywhere in public, he was as well-behaved as a brainwashed Mormon child. But the minute he got indoors, he became some desperate, hungry horndog just salivating for sex. "Thank you, Honey...for going with me tonight...oh, god, you looked so hot out there with me..." Dan eagerly kissed her with stiff, dry kisses. "All those guys wanted you...they just wanted to take you home tonight...but here you are. With me."
"Here I am..." Adriana mimicked, trying to sound aroused. She rested back on her hands and let her head fall back seductively.
Dan had pushed her against the edge of their diningroom table and was hurriedly lifting her expensive dress. He slipped her panties off and roughly pushed open her thighs. "Oh yeah," he mumbled guiding the cock to his wife's tiny snatch. He entered her frantically and took his fill. Dan finished on her stomach. "Oh Honey, that was so good. God, you're hot. Thank you..." Dan pecked her lips in satisfaction and left her to clean herself up.
Adriana sighed, wiping the gooey white seed off her tan, flat stomach. She hadn't orgasmed and her pussy ached for more penetration. Hours after her husband had fallen asleep, she made the call.
Larenz arrived at a quarter past three, dressed in baggy jeans and a black bomber jacket. His young, handsome face looked fresh despite the hour and his wide, white smile was irresistible.
Quietly, she led him to the poolhouse where she had already turned on the fake fireplace by means of remote control. He scanned the place in astonishment.
"Livin' good now, huh?" Larenz smiled at his pretty homegirl who rolled her eyes playfully.
